Gets me thinking this time of year when I am sitting here in the June heat and the only thing happening is voluntary workouts and these glossy preseason magazines hitting the stands? I think back to the old Amon G. Carter Stadium before they put all that fancy brick and the video board the size of a house. I remember sitting in those metal bleachers back in the early 80s, the ones that would burn your legs through your jeans if you showed up for a 2 o'clock kickoff in September. We did not have air-conditioned suites or club levels with waiters bringing you nachos. We had a concrete bowl and the smell of hot dogs and the sound of the band playing the fight song so loud you could feel it in your chest. The whole place would shake when we got a stop on third down and the students would start that rhythmic clap. It was not pretty. It was not fancy. But it was ours. You cannot buy that kind of atmosphere with a NIL check. You cannot transfer into that kind of loyalty. These kids today walk into a stadium that cost a hundred million dollars to renovate and they have no idea what it took to build the program that filled those seats in the first place. They just see a stepping stnoe. I will take those old bleachers and a team that actually wanted to be there over this polished product we have now any day of the week.